The motion is not yet seconded." "No, no! That won't wash, will it, you fellows ?" cried Parson, excitedly, planting himself firmly in his place, and evidently seeing through the deep designs of the enemy.

"Bother seconding! I mean to move my amendment, if I stick here all night! (Terrific Skyrocket cheers.) We kids have been snubbed long enough, and we're going to make a stand!" ("Question," "Order.") "All very well for you to sing out `Order'-- " The Chairman: "Will the honourable member--" "No, he won't!" screamed Parson, with the steam well up; "and he's not going to! I've got a right to be heard--we've all got a right to be heard, and we're going to be heard, what's more! (Tremendous cheers from the club.) We're all equal here, aren't we, you chaps ?" ("Rather!") Here Fairbairn rose to order, but Parson was too quick for him.
"No, no!" he cried, "we don't want any of your jaw! We're not going to be shut up by you! We're a party, I tell you, and we're bound to stick out!" ("Hear, hear," from Bosher.) "We expected you'd be trying to sit on us, but we made up our minds we won't be sat on! (Prolonged cheers.) I've not begun my speech yet--( laughter)--and I don't mean to till you hold your rows!" Here there were loud cries of "Order" from various parts of the House, which, however, only served to inspirit the speaker, who proceeded at the top of his voice, "It's no use your going on like that.

(I say, you chaps," added he, turning round to his companions, "back me up, I'm getting husky.) You think we're a lot of fools--" ("We're a lot of fools!" chimed in the chorus, by way of backing up their orator.) "But we're not as green as we look!" ("Green as we look!") "You all seem to think it funny!" ("Think it funny!") "But you needn't think you'll shut _us_ up!" ("Shut us up!") Here another attempt was made on the part of the chairman to reduce the meeting to order.

Above the laughter and cheering and hooting he cried at the top of his voice, "Unless you stop your foolery, Parson, I'll have you turned out!" "Will you?
Who's going to stop my foolery ?" yelled Parson.
("Stop my foolery ?") howled the chorus.
"Try it on, that's all! You don't think we funk you!" ("We funk you!") "Do you suppose we don't know what we're doing ?" ("We don't know what we're doing ?") "Look out, you fellows! Hold on!" This last remark was caused by a rush upon the devoted band, with a view to carry out the edict of the chairman.
Parson went on with his oration till he was secured, hand and foot, and carried forcibly to the door, and even then continued to address the house, struggling and kicking between every syllable.

His backers, equally determined, clung on to the forms and desks, and continued to shout and scream and caterwaul till they were one by one ejected.
Even then they maintained their noble stand for freedom of speech by howling through the key-hole and kicking at the door, till finally a select band of volunteers was dispatched "to clear the approaches to the House" and drive the Skyrockets to their own distant studies, where they organised a few brawls on their own account, and ended the afternoon very hoarse, very tired, but by no means cast down.
"Jolly spree, wasn't it ?" said Parson, when it was all over, fanning himself with a copybook and readjusting his collar.
"Stunning!" said Telson; "never thought they'd stand it so long.